no more poems please

no more poems please

please leave them out

leave out those words 

those squiggly letters 

return instead to the state

of the unlettered

for it's far better,

 to be- 

unfettered and free;

like the human beings

of olde, 

for they would roam 

this earth; from birth, 

all the way through to death 

from the very first to the very last breathe

they would breathe, 

yes breathe, not write

they would not scribe 

and cement their troubles and thoughts
they never saught
meaning in tiny etched shapes

for I think perhaps, they had 

no words, 

no words to write out sorrows

no verbs to carve out
a string of tomorrows
-the future-

for them I think perhaps, 

was less than vague (un-fake)

to be un-plagued, 

by the quiet sadness 

that would follow

ghost words

ghost sadness, 

sad gladness
most fractious

re-living, re-writing

re-lighting old fires

adding fuel
to burning tyres, 

fuel for thought:

lead in a pencil

spraying paint
onto that same old stencil 

words upon words upon words
graffiti walls surround all